What a crazy, busy, intense, stressful, exciting and… did I say crazy, few weeks it’s been. Let me see if I can think back and start from the beginning…
After a few months of searching, we finally found and choose our house. Before we could close, the sellers had to chip, prime and paint the outside and we gathered a group of loyal friends one Saturday and helped them out. It was both sad and exciting for me to see the big red SOLD sign displayed in the front yard; exciting that we were about to become homeowners and yet sad because I just didn’t love the house. I was prepared to seek contentment, but everything seemed too small, especially the kitchen. I did get (him) to agree to taking out part of the wall between the dining room and the kitchen so that we could put in a breakfast bar, but I was a smidge skeptical that the project would actually be accomplished.
I’m not sure what we were thinking, but the week we closed I took a trip to visit a friend in Chicago, we sold our vehicles (yup, the beast is gone) and bought two new ones and we adopted a new doggy. Our new lab/sheppard mix is named Mikey. She is a girl, but the boys named her. She is a lot bigger than Miku, and though I love her, she is eight months old and has been a handful. I suppose I can only blame myself for the craziness of the past weeks.
I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before, but once the sellers were moved out and we were given the keys it became apparent to me how much cleaning I was going to need to do before we could even begin to move things over. The floors and walls were covered in a film of drool and hair from the three massive dogs and two cats that were living here. (I am still fighting the smell of dog in parts of the house.)
Once most of the cleaning was done, and about a week after we closed the wall in the kitchen came down. (More cleaning came to follow.) As it turns out, I love the openness of it so much that we are scratching the breakfast bar idea… at least for now. And since we have moved in I have grown to love a whole lot more. The kitchen, which I thought I hated the most, is now one of my favorite spaces. I love cooking in there. Maybe it’s the dishwasher, or my hanging pot rack, but I enjoy being in there and have snuck in time to do some extra cooking and baking.
The upstairs bathroom is large, and the tub isn’t in the middle of the floor. The dining room is huge. I arranged the foyer and the living room so that they flow into each other well and so that they are open and spacious. We don’t have a coffee table any more and I’m liking the openness of that room as well. We have already had a group of people over and there was more than enough space. In reality, this place isn’t nearly as small as I had once thought it was. We are utilizing all four floors. The basement is where the kids play room and craft/school room is at, all of our bedrooms are on the second floor and the guest room and office/my craft room are up in the attic. The guest room is one of my other favorite spaces; It was fun to put together a room without having to make sure I wasn’t making it too girly. (He) won’t stand for many flowers or frills in our room; the guest room has been described as a “pretty room” by several.
I painted some walls and a lot of furniture before moving it inside. Darci’s room is shabby-chic-ish and adorable in every way. I put new fabric on several chairs in the house and all the rooms are coming together quite nicely.
We did a ton of “going through things” as we unpacked them and Stephen hauled several loads to the dump, the Salvation Army and we gave a ton of stuff away to friends and even some of our new neighbors. A family down the street took a couple of dressers and random things off of our hands and a couple next door took one of our car seats and some picture frames. I think some of the neighbors even went through our boxes of clothes before Stephen hauled them away. Yes, I said boxes (emphasize the plurality of it) of clothes. We really wanted to simplify things, have less stuff and de-clutter our lives a bit, so the unpacking process took a little bit longer and little bit more effort than normal.
I unpacked the last box the other day and out house is feeling a lot more like home; which, is a really good thing since I guess we won’t be moving out anytime soon.